I don't know what to say

Man, I don't know what to say.

What's up, farmboy?

My friend -- I've known him since kindergarten -- ummm, he passed away on Saturday.

Oh my God, farmboy. I'm so sorry.

I'm in fuckin' shock, man. I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything, farmboy. I just want you to know that, you know, you can always talk to me…

Thanks, man. I'm sure I will.

love like a freight train

love like a freight train
nearly ran me over today
love like a freight train
nearly ran me over today
but I'm a strong, strong man
and I pushed it out of the way

the life I should have lived

there's a old hound dog 
sleeping in the shade
he's with those kids on the sidewalk
selling their mama's lemonade
on a lazy afternoon
with no reason to be afraid
that's the life I should have lived

there's two young people
a woman and a man
walking by the river
deep in love
holding hands
looking at their future
making lots of plans
that's the life I should have lived

don't let me read the comments

oh God please help me
when I read online
I mean, the photos are good
and the journalism is fine
sources are named
and the information's well timed
just please
don't let me read the comments

I know it's just my opinion
but I'll say it anyway
there's a whole lot of assholes
in this world today
and each and every one
must have his or her say
okay
just don't let me read the comments

It takes a whole lot of stuff to move your little toe

Man, this recording thing, it presses every button of insecurity I have in my body and mind. It's so…I'm so fuckin' vulnerable. It's fuckin' awful. Every fuckin' note and rhythm is second-guessed. It's all under a microscope. I question everything I do musically, which is not what I do when I write. 

What do you mean, farmboy?

I guess I mean that when I write, I act on instinct a lot. Sure, I push it, but just a little. I pay attention to my subconscious when I write, or, rather, I listen to my subconscious. I respect it. I don't know how it does what it does, but I take it seriously. There's this book by this smart dude, this scientist named David Eagleman, and he knows all about the stuff that goes on in your mind. You know, like how it takes a whole lot of stuff to move your little toe…

It's amazing when you think about it, farmboy. Our brains, our muscles, our bodies…there's a lot of little miracles that go into how we do what we do.

Fuckin' A, man. I'm so fuckin' amazed that I can play guitar, that my fingers know what strings to go to and what chords to make and how to play them. It's fuckin' astounding, man.

Now if we human beings would just use our powers for good, you know…

Some do. A lot of people do. You just don't see much of it because a lot of good is done privately, every day. It's not going to be written about.

Yeah, somebody should write about that kind of stuff.

Maybe that's your job, farmboy.

Yeah, yeah. One of many, man.

I'll walk away

it's okay
it really is
if you don't like me
join the list
of people who believe that
I should be someone else
it's okay
you don't owe me 
any explanation
I'm used to the 
evacuation
of the people in my life
for whom I care
so hey
it's okay
I'll walk away

I am two people

when you and me became "we"
I somehow forgot to tell you
I am two people
one is that nice guy you see
and he'd never tell you
that I am two people
that other fella, 
now he's a piece of work
he's an abscessed tooth
disguised as a jerk
one day with him and
you'd go berserk
it's true
I am two 
I am two 
people